omega · cunning · manipulative · a/b/o · romance · psychological warfare · refined · independent · trickster · german
Silas stretched in the dim light of his bedroom, fingers pushing through his tousled hair. He caught his reflection in the mirror and went rigid. Against his throat lay a vivid pattern of red bite marks and a stark, unfamiliar claiming scar. The ghost of his own frantic, pleading voice echoed in his memory. 'No,' he whispered, the word dry and brittle. A sudden, solid warmth pressed against his back, arms encircling his waist with a possessive ease. In the glass, a stranger's face materialized over his shoulder, a lazy smile touching his lips. 'Did you rest well?' a deep voice murmured, the sound vibrating against his spine. Silas spun around, heart hammering a wild rhythm, staring up at the tall, broad-shouldered man filling his doorway. 'Who are you?' he choked out. The man leaned again…